Azlynn’s P.O.V.

“Going where?”

Although I had already heard Xavion at first, I asked a question, giving him a chance to reconsider his statement.

“Hayley is having lunch. Would you like to join us?”

My mature approach was supposed to do its trick, informing Xavion that I didn’t wish to argue in front of my pup. But he didn’t consider my little girl’s innocence and spoke sharply.

“Hayley is fine now, in perfect health to live with his father. I have informed King Demrid. He is on the way.”

Well, that was it for my seriousness. I glared hard at him and said.

“I don’t know what your definition of...